Nino, walking around on SundayNino, just one more kid in L.A.With a hubcap and a stick in his handIn his own parade, leading the bandHis head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sandNino, three thousand miles awayNino, la familia stares at the bay

Turning off Sunset BoulevardPlaying the fence around somebody's yardThinking of home and keeping tumbao on the hood of a carNino, people will know you one dayNino, they're going to call you El Rey

(Child of the beach and the cityChild of the streets and of the truthThe rhythm of your people is felt hereTo the song of the country that lives in youThe magic of your hand on the drumResonates here with soul and good feelingAnd at the strike of bells as they ringThe angels guard you from the sea)

With a hubcap and a stick in his handIn his own parade, leading the bandHis head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sand of the homelandNino, walking around in L.A.Nino, this will be your town one day